Chapter 1037: Tightrope (1)

The eight people of the Nine Truths and Nine Difficulties Gate each have a mask on their faces, as if they are afraid of their true faces.

The long night was like a cloud, the night wind was like a knife, no one spoke, and the atmosphere of slaughter followed like a shadow, enveloping twelve people. The endless sea of trees in the distance was blown by the night wind, like a big hand flicking, and the sound of the rattling tide sounded.

"This is Cao Yiming, the master of the talisman, and this is the master of the refiner, the Taoist friend of Risheng. The leader of the Nine Truths and Nine Difficulties Gate said slowly: "As for us...... There are nine spirit beasts on our masks, and you can call me the White Tiger. The other two Yuanying Taoist friends are named Red Fox and Black Snake. ”

The face under Cao Yiming's cloak was an old man, but Risheng was wearing a silver mask.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before leaving, Ben Zhenjun reminded you one last time. His eyes swept around the three of them like a knife, and the Yuan Ying aura quietly erupted, and both Cao Yiming and Risheng took a few steps back vigilantly. At this moment, the aura of the tide suddenly converged, as if it had never appeared.

The white tiger said hoarsely: "We selected all the craftsmen in Anlin City, and in the end, only the three of you were selected. I don't care how glorious you are in Anlin City, how many people are willing to give you a pill, a talisman and a fortune. But now that you're on this team, you're not going to be able to cringe...... Hugh blames Ben Zhenjun's subordinates for being ruthless. ”

"Let's go!"

The wind was blowing, and there was no exciting mobilization, and the twelve figures rose into the air together, turning into twelve streamers, and flew into the distance.

The team flew very fast, and after about an hour, a behemoth that was well above the ground finally appeared on the horizon.

It seems to be a piece of land cut out of the ruins of Kunlun, and I can't see how big it is, let alone what principle is suspended a hundred meters above the ground. The cliffs below it form a continuous sea of waves, a true sea of endless cliffs. It was as if here it was the end of the world, endless walls.

The moonlight sprinkled, and waterfalls flew down from this floating endless continent, refracting into a brilliant match.

Beautiful.

On the cliffs on the ground, there are countless stations, this is the last place where the major forces renovated, and countless demon beast materials have been transported from here to Anlin City, thousands of miles away. Even when it was so late at night, you could see a flying boat taking off from time to time, and there was an endless stream of caravans on the ground.

All of them wrapped their cloaks a little tighter, and made their way around the dense camp to find a secluded place. At the same time, it accelerated, and twelve streamers shot straight into the sky.

A few minutes later, breaking through the clouds and fog one after another, Xu Yangyi finally saw the top of the water cloud stream.

It was a flat continent in the clouds, and the trees were extremely lush, often hundreds of meters high, and even towering giant trees three or four hundred meters high could be seen everywhere.

Endless forests converge into the sea, condense into the ocean, and endlessly. However, now it is so quiet that it is terrifying, and there is no bird cry or beast roar, which is not at all like the water cloud stream called "Treasure of Demon Beasts", but more like ......

"Grave ......" Xu Yangyi's eyes were like torches looking at the dark and dreary ocean below, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was even stronger. At the same time, Wang Quandao let out a low shout: "Stop!"

Everyone listened, and he said in a deep voice, "Strange...... This should be a dead wood woodland, there is no shelter as far as the eye can see, it was detected by the true monarch half a month ago, and he specially chose to land here, just to prevent the attack of the demon beasts......"

"You mean...... In half a month, it has grown into a forest?" Cao Yiming gasped: "How is this possible!"

Wang Quandao pondered for a few seconds, flicked his fingers, and a streamer flew across the sky, bursting into a Taiji diagram with a radius of fifty meters in mid-air three thousand meters in front of him

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